Well, the shrub gave Saddam 48 hrs. notice, I guess this means we’re going to war in the next few days. Oh, and by the way…happy St. Pat’s Day! I was planning on going out this evening, but plans kinda fell through, so I figured I’d do the beer and a movie thing. So on my way home I bought a 6-pack of Guiness and went to my blockbuster to see if I can find a copy of Leprechaun–what would be a better combination on this day? Well that fell through too (noticing a pattern here?) So I ended up getting som 80’s movies, I got Desperately Seeking Susan, Better Off Dead and the Dirty Dozen (I know the last one is not an 80’s movie, but they didn’t have Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles). So here I am drinking my stout and posting here. I just finished Better Off Dead, I forgot how good that movie was. That brought back memories…senior year in HS I went with….what’s her name……oh yeah, JoAnn to see that movie. Wow, what a bad idea that relationship was! It set the precedent for my next few bad relationships. Oh well, live and learn.
Now about this war thing…I remember the last time we went to war with Iraq, I was in college at UT, and living with Angel in that crappy apt. on Duval. I remember the weekend we went to war Greg had been planning a party to take place that weekend, it was his White Trash Beer Bash. He got a keg of Papst Blue Ribbon, put out pimento-cheese sandwiches, Li’l Debbie snack cakes and fruit cocktail. But that weekend it became the white Trash Beer Bash and War Party. We “celebrated” the start of the war. We started using Bush’s catch phrases for everything. Like “I think I’m going to liberate this beer from the keg!” Of course you need to say it with a West Texas Drawl™. Damn, I miss those times, Greg & I would have fun just coming up with crazy crap–usually some sick shit, but it seemed that if we put that drawl on it, it got so much funnier. After a while it became an impairment….I remember this one time, at a party, there were some cute girls by the punch, so we thought we’d start some conversation. Greg goes up and starts talking, it turns out that one of them is from out of state and Greg says, in his scariest hick accent: “Well, I hain’t never been thar myself!” and they give him a strange look and walk off. He looks at me and says “Damn, Mario, we’ve gotta stop talking like that!” He did a fine job of scaring them off, so we tried to tone it down a bit afterwards.
Well that’s it for now…remember, don’t drink green beer! Drink Guiness.
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